Father's Day

Something was missing,
In my friend.
I saw in his
sad
downcast
eyes,
the tilt
of his:
wrinkled,
weathered,
face,
and
slumping
shoulders.
but
he shrugged.
He did not know?
"Maybe it is the news?"
He said.
Searching his mind
with weary eyes.
"Horrible things are going on."
He told me.
"BP, that is British Petroleum,
I know you don't read the news,
can't solve the Gulf disaster!"
The War in Iraq?
I replied.
"No, the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico"
A smile on his lips,
he was pleasantly amused.
Could it be June Gloom?
I asked.
"Perhaps?"
"I think I slept wrong.
but
I have a comfortable bed."
Are you celebrating
Father's Day?
A SIGH
escaped his lips.
"My choices in Life"
I surmised,
lead him away from
procreation.
"I was free to be me,
never had the time,
children was the last thing
on my mind."
He is Gay
his face
told
me.
I
Don't ask
Don't tell
but
we knew.
He choose
"not to be"
what
GOD
made
us
"to be"
Fathers
for
us.
.
Mothers
for
them.
.
SILENCE.
I am not going to church Today.
Tell me more about the world.
You know I don't read the news.